I went to the Rocky Top Village Inn not knowing what to expect. Exploring haunted places is unpredictable. Places that should feel terribly haunted seem vacant and places that should seem calm seem like you've stepped into Shirley Jackson's Hillhouse. I went with some of my girlfriends. One of my friends is psychic. She doesn't tell many people this and she would never advertise it, but if you give her a few glasses of wine she opens up about it. She agreed to go with me and help me explore my haunted locations. I can sense some things, but I am no where near as gifted as she is. With a glass of wine in hand, she once predicted my mother-in-laws death.
When we pulled into the back parking lot of the inn, my friend didn't want to get out of the car. She hesitated. It wasn't just the ghosts. The Rocky Top Village Inn is a pretty low brow motel and seedy people eyed us from their perches on the banisters above us as we crept out of our car, but even if the motel had been empty, she would have hesitated. The ghostly presence at this haunted motel was tangible. Finally, we all got out of the car and explored the dingy, old motel.
The motel looked like it had been built over several decades and the two halves of the motel didn't match at all. There was a newer portion with a more modern office and a pool. It was still green and off putting, but in a general motel sort of way. The other half of the motel was much older and made from stone. It was in the old office here that the murders were committed. My friends and I wandered the grounds of the motel and I took pictures of the office and room number one. My psychic friend shifted uncomfortably and described the feeling coming from the building as beyond bleak. She wouldn't stay long. We left as soon as the pictures were taken. It began to rain as we fled the scene and lightning painted the blackening sky. My friend broke into a jog and we fled so quickly I felt like we were being pursued by something I couldn't see.